
This is my Christmas tree. From top to bottom.
I'm so freaking proud of it. It turned out really great this year.
I love Christmas. Even though I don't believe, it's my favourite time of the year.
I don't care what it originally stands for, I love it because it's pretty and warm.
It's the one time of year that I will go to Church without too much of a fuss.
But that's only to make my parents happy. It's hard for them to accept atheist children.
This year, my sister and I slipped out of midnight mass and drank coffee in a nearby restaurant. We made it back to church just as my parents were coming out and did our best to look radiant and blessed.
But now, 2 days since then, I'm still nursing a bastard of a hangover.
Do they sell Alka-Seltzer in Kuwait?
Also, this (below) is my favourite Christmas tree hanging. I bought a boxful at IKEA a couple of years ago. I haven't seen them anywhere since. GIMME!

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